xp_logs | Kurt and Cammie, Wednesday night

As he threatened, Kurt shows up at Cammie's apartment after the main mansion festivities with a mini-barbecue.

"I told you what I would do if you did not come", Kurt announced from the middle of Cammie's living room where he'd just appeared carrying a largeish box.

Cammie had been finishing changing the bandages on her arm in preparation for heading out tonight. She had shown up for baseball but had vanished before the BBQ and the promised fireworks Jubilee was doing in favor of being on her own for various reasons. When Kurt showed up she didn't even do a double take, finishing wrapping her bandages, "I wasn't totally sure you were serious since, well, you have people there."

He shrugged. "I stayed for most of the celebrations, and you are my people too. We will have our own Fourth of July." Even though he wasn't American.

"Kurt," Cammie said simply, "You're German. And you forgot to say 'with blackjack and hookers.'"

"But you are American, and I live in America, I should follow the local customs", he said cheerfully. "There can be blackjack if you want blackjack, but no hookers."

"Ah, but my Mom's a crazy fucking Italian," Cammie pointed out as she tucked the last of the bandages in place and used the little metal clamps to finish it off before testing it to make sure it wasn't too tight, the green fingers wiggling, "And you're no fun. Everyone here celebrates the fourth with hookers, but just because it's you we can settle for blackjack."

"Not everyone", he protested, laughing. "Besides, I am seeing someone and you would kill anyone we hired for you. Best all around just to have the blackjack, I think."

"I wouldn't kill EVERYONE you hired for me," Cammie said, "But better safe than sorry and all that crap," she noted. She did generally have to be careful with the guys she spent the night with. It sucked, but that was life, "Anyway, you brought a BBQ. What're we going to grill? You bring Laurie's pig? That thing has been taunting me for years."

"I did bring a BBQ!" he confirmed. "But not Pablo, I have a policy against eating other people's pets unless they offer them. Since I have already eaten, I thought perhaps you might have some rotting meat for yourself."

"I do," Cammie said, "brace yourself," she said happily, moving over to her fridge. Opening it bathed the apartment in a truly rancid smell as she reached in and grabbed something that might have been, at one time, a steak, "You had no idea how big of a pain in the ass it was to replace all my food."

"I can deal with smells", he promised her, moving to the balcony door to begin setting up the grill. "And I imagine that would mostly just take time, no?"

"Yeah, but until I had enough time to replace my own stuff I had to eat out like every night for a week and a half," Cammie returned. Which was half digging through local trash and half going to places that served the type of food that lit other people's mouths on fire. Seasoning at least did part of the job.

"You should have said, I would have helped", Kurt said with a glance over his shoulder. "Bought you ghost peppers, or something."

"Hey, I had it covered," Cammie said, "Great thing about a city like this... I'll never run out of stuff to eat if I know where to look. It was just more annoying than anything."

"Fair enough. Now, it is almost ready to cook your steak, I just need a firelighter and I happen to have brought one." He produced it from his pocket and set about lighting the charcoal.

"I'd say let's baste this shit in motor oil but that'd be kinda... problematic, wouldn't it?" Cammie said, bringing over the meat, "Oh hey, I actually got some beer and stuff for when you're here. So, drinks and shit?"

"Yeees, motor oil and open flames do not go quite so well together", was the amused response. "And yes, please, I will take a beer or two."

"I'll go get that then," Cammie said, and came back with two of them. She could taste liquor so she drank quite a bit of it, "I actually had to look up where to get real German imports. Hopefully I wasn't lied to by the internet. That would shatter my entire existence."

"Clearly." He grinned and accepted the bottle she held out. "And thank you for going to such effort."

"I'm not always a totally selfish bitch," Cammie noted, opening her bottle with ease, "So, you know, hope it's okay and not like Blue Ribbon of Germany or something."

"Cammie", he said, mock-shocked. "Germans would never stoop to making a beer like Blue Ribbon. We have traditions to uphold."

"I know, but you know I'm sure there's some sort of crazy similar thing or something weird like that. Anyway, tell me if it's at least decent," she said, taking a long pull on hers. The alcohol made it sweet.

Kurt cracked his bottle open and took a drink in turn, then nodded with a grin. "More than decent. Whoever suggested it did not steer you wrong."

"Good. I'd be fucking sad if the internet had lied to me," Cammie said again with a chuckle around her own, "So, how late are you going to hang out in my little hell hole?"

"That depends on how many beers you persuade me to have. Teleporting while impaired is never a good idea, as painkillers and the Potomac River have taught me."

"Well, you're welcome to all the ones you want," Cammie said with a shrug, "My fridge is all rotted foods, toxic chemicals and booze. I'm willing to share the last one. The first two are all mine."

He snorted. "And I will happily leave the first two to you. If I can impose on your couch, then, I might stay the night."

"Sure. I'll unearth it," Cammie said, it had some clothes on it at the moment, but not so much as to literally be buried. Despite her odd taste in decoration she did keep her place decent enough, "I can make you watch bad cartoons, which are even better when drunk - or at least I'd assume."

"So I have heard, about bad films as well", he agreed, turning to eye the barbecue. "I think this is ready for your meat now."

Cammie went over and put it down on the grill, "This should be good. Wish I had something to baste this in that wouldn't explode," she noted, "Boss tells me fire in the building is bad."

He gave this due thought. "What do you usually put on them? If we are careful, we might find something that is not too flammable."

"We can try antifreeze, isn't the whole point of that that it doesn't catch fire?" Cammie said, leaning on the wall by the patio/balcony thing where Kurt had set up the grill.

"...well, no, the point of it is that it does not freeze. But we could try a little bit of it at first and see what happens."

"Don't look at me. I just eat what goes into cars. I don't know what it all does," Cammie said, not entirely true she was a somewhat decent mechanic, but she was also a hungry one.

"Bring it out", he said cheerfully. "I do not think we can do all that much damage with just a drop or two to test, and besides the barbecue is not in the building."

Cammie went to her fridge and returned with a bottle of Antifreeze and handed it to her big brother, "Let's baste this fucker."